Thursday, September 18, 2008
Love
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
God Knows
It is the Lord who goes before you. He will be with you; he will not fail you or forsake you. Do not fear or be dismayed. (Deuteronomy 31:8)
The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms. (Deuteronomy 33:27)
I have set the Lord always before me. Because he is at my right hand, I will not be shaken. (Psalm 16:8)
I sought the Lord, and he answered me, and delivered me from all my fears. (Psalm 34:4)
Those who seek the Lord lack no good thing. (Psalm 34:10b)
Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light. (Matthew 11: 28-31)
Are not five sparrows sold for two pennies? Yet not one of them is forgotten in God's sight. But even the hairs of your head are all counted. Do not be afraid; you are of more value than many sparrows. (Luke 12:6-7)
Can any of you by worrying add a single hour to your span of life? If then you are not able to do so small a thing as that, why do you worry about the rest. (Luke 12:25-26)
Do not be afraid, little flock, for it is your Father's good pleasure to give you the kingdom. (Luke 12:32)
Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give to you as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled and do not be afraid. (John 14:27)
Abide in me as I abide in you. Just as the branch cannot bear fruit by itself unless it abides in the vine, neither can you unless you abide in me. I am the vine, you are the branches. Those who abide in me and I in them bear much fruit, because apart from me you can do nothing. If you abide in me, and my words abide in you, ask for whatever you wish, and it will be done for you. If you keep my commandments, you will abide in my love, just as I have kept my Father's commandments and abide in his love. (John 15:4-5,7,10)
And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Romans 8:28)
Sunday, September 14, 2008
A retreat, an apple, and a dream.
It started with an apple. A big red, round, juicy apple. Perfect in every way. It had been designed somehow to be a better version of an apple than any old ordinary apple. It had a higher nutritional content, it was better tasting, it stayed fresher for longer and it looked much more perfectly round and red than any regular apple.
What a wonderful discovery! Perfection in my hand. I could taste it, it would give me health and make me feel strong.
Sometimes, Life, Myself, The way I act in social situations, the way I plan and follow through the routines of my day, the way I look, all seem to me like they might be in need of a few adjustments here and there. I'm sure any of the TV shows that have become so popular recently, the ones with a mean judging panel, would have a field day makeovering me and my life:0)
Areas that need to be a little brighter, healthier, richer, stronger, better looking!
Sometimes I even find myself looking for these attributes from God! I want a god that is a celebrity, a superstar, a knight in shining armour. A designer package of a god with a matching designer label saying "saved."
Oh good that must mean I'm one of the good apples! Phew!
Where grumbling Israelites were transformed into grumbling housemates awaiting eviction.
I became involved in working out a role play for our gospel reading at mass.
Questions went through my mind. How could we make the importance of the event we were recounting, stimulating, relevant and inspiring all at the same time. How could we add to it, make it shiner, glossier, give the kids an extra angle on the scripture, bring it to life, make it apply to the kid's everyday experiences.
Suddenly, I had a realisation that, we just couldn't.
We could not gloss the gospel story over because it was meant to be plain and simple in it's truth. "He has no form or comeliness; and when we shall see Him, there is no beauty that we should desire Him"
We could not bring it to life, because it was already alive, living and breathing and there in the room with us if we only would stop what we were doing for a moment and listen. Reach out a little and touch his form in the smile of another. The kind word of another, the friendship of another.
And finally, and a little frustratingly, I could not even make it apply to the kid's everyday experiences either. This was an experience that could only come through grace and love. Through scripture readings, prayers and listening that invites God into the everyday liturgy of routines, washing, folding, tidying, eating, playing, reading, loving, caring, running, walking, dreaming, writing, BEING.
For God's love breathes through all these things and more
We ended up binding the arms of one of the group members and as the words... "For God did not send his Son into the world to condemn the world, but to save the world through Him." were read the shackles were thrown to the ground and the cross was lifted high into the air.
It all came down to the cross. What more could be done or said. It was all about a shabby, bloodstained, wooden cross, raised up towards the sun till nothing more could be seen but the light behind, above and surrounding it.
One of the most valuable experiences during the retreat was during reconciliation where we literally sat still and quiet for over an hour as each person went to speak with the priest in turn. Before reconciliation we were asked by the group leaders to write down some of the things that we felt burdened by. As I had joined the group a day later than the rest they had written their answers on sheets. When the group leader told everyone to tear their answers off the sheet I misheard and actually tore my piece of paper in half!
Luckily we were then given red envelopes to put our answers into! I put mine in quick :0)
Before the reconciliation mass itself, we had a break. As I was walking around the grounds in the beautiful crisp September sun I noticed the transparency of the leaves in the light, how all the veins etched through the tender greenness giving life to the very edges of the plant.
Nature as she tends to, spoke to me of God's grace through the ragged leaves of overgrown hedgerow. Jesus sees right into our hearts, with his light. I was already forgiven. I was meant to mis-hear the instructions, I was meant to tear up my sins, for Jesus's blood is like the veins in that leaf, cleansing, healing, giving life. Later, after the mass of reconciliation we burnt our envelopes and mixed the ashes with paint to make a painting on which we put all our names.
Jesus can take our sins and instead of condemning us for them he can use them to make something beautiful. All we have to do is reach out for his hand with trust and sorrow. Not self pitying sorrow, but sorrow that has the hope of being transformed into joy through his forgiveness. I am free. A child of God. I can run around fearlessly in his garden.
I remember during lessons at school I used top often look out of the window at the countryside in the distance and think to myself, why can't I just go for a walk alone out there, hear the birds singing, the rustle of the leaves in the wind. I've never been one for routines or harsh disciplines or conforming to the rules. And yesterday I was reminded of this through all the noise of preparations for this and that activity, role play, game, as I looked out the window briefly and just thought. If only I was that butterfly on that morning glory :0)
Sometimes with all the best intentions in the world we can miss the goal in our pursuit of it.
The kingdom is here already Jesus said to his disciples. "Jesus said: If those who lead you say to you: See, the kingdom is in heaven, then the birds of the heaven will go before you; if they say to you: It is in the sea, then the fish will go before you. But the kingdom is within you, and it is outside of you."Gospel of Thomas. And truly it is.
I'm like a little ant at times, carrying my treasures back to my ant hill. Making a great structure that constantly needs maintaining and extending until the structure actually becomes more important than it's purpose. to give me shelter, protection.
We cannot "create" an experience of God. God's kingdom is upside down and back to front.
He made a world where the most splendid, delicate and beautiful flower must grow in dung, in muck!
He has a sense of humor yes but it is warm and inclusive, not crude and divisive. He has a gentle arm that embraces the sorrowful, guides the lost and befriends the friendless.
I'm glad and humbled that I got to know his friendship, through another, a little better.
For it is through friendship that we share his love on earth.
Oh and getting back to that dream , incase you were wondering....
I never did take a bite out of that apple! Luckily I was woken out of it by my very own, regular little wake up caller ....Seraphina babbling away in the cot beside me :0)
Friday, September 05, 2008
ABUNDANCE in TEASPOONS
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
Little Ways
Friday, July 25, 2008
seeing
The Ugly-Beautiful
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Purity of heart
To see the best in another,
Ignoring other's flaws,
And acknowledging my own,
Seeking sincerity,
In my own thoughts, words and deeds,
While assuming sincerity in the words, thoughts and deeds of others,
Purity of heart...
Simplifying instead of analysing,
Encouraging instead of criticizing,
Reaching out in friendship to all,
Excepting the imperfections and limitations of both myself and others,
Knowing I can do nothing in myself,
But turn my eyes to the kingdom first.
Sunday, June 15, 2008
Homeschooling, holistic living, Simple living, and other random thoughts :)
A time for everything right !
I've come to realise that in this season of my life when my children are small I have to concentrate on the being part a little more than I realised. Which is strange when you consider how many practical needs, small children have.
And Preschoolers love to do it's true. Whether it be rolling down a grassy hill, trying to pull out all the cd's in the rack or raid Mummy's makeup bag ;0)
...They like to keep busy.
However I'm kind of coming to see that whether homeschooling or not, kids, especially young kids are too over scheduled these days. There is so much pressure to organise activities for them, get them enrolled in different programs or simply make them fit into a ciriculum.
I remember as a child it was the small, intimate moments, the pauses, stillnesses and happy interactions with other's that made memories special.
A plant needs space to grow, and children do too. An Inspiring Home for Learning, #6
And I also remember I used to feel so guilty that my children were missing out because our pace of life was so much less active than other's. Less well, um, organized anyhows ~ smile :).
This was due mainly to 3 pregnancies in a row, ill health, on my part and no car for half the time. Yet God had a purpose.
I like to over organize, it's a part of who I am, it makes me feel in control of life lol ~ (as if :) Yet I was forced to oversimplify. Forced to let go and totally deconstruct my routine. And I realised that I over valued some parts of my life such as keeping an ultra tidy house and I was missing out on the most important things. What immediately springs to mind as I write this is the washing of the outside of the cup instead of the inside :) I will always consider it a blessing that I had to go through what I did through that time to be given that gift.
As time has worn on a little, our life has pretty much kept to this new way of being first, doing second). As a family we tend to take plenty of rests. We also tend to keep programed activities to a minimum ( my daughter takes piano lessons and goes to a drama group during the holidays, While the little ones go to a playgroup one morning, once every two weeks) Apart from that there are no other programmes.
We also do many of our activities together as a family. Things such as painting, crafts, music time, taking walks, reading, reading the bible and praying. Through this we have shard some very special moments together.
My four year old has started to read and write yet there has been no special program or great endeavor on our part. We simply read aloud a lot as a family and take a lot of trips to the library. Plus we have a very worn book shelf located, maybe unwisely for the books but definatly wisely for the kids, in the children's main bedroom. Many a night I have found all three of the older children asleep with books still open in their clasped hands :) A natural love of books has developed, well... naturally, I think.
Saying that our two year old barley speaks! Well she does, quite a lot actually only it's all her own language heehee:) But that is, I suppose that's the point. Each little plant grows a little differently. Needs a different soil, different climate, different handling. To be honest I don't worry about milestones, children will only talk and walk and read when they are ready.
One idea that has really worked it's way into our world is growing our own vegetables. This started out as a practical solution for trying to feed healthy, organic "ethical" veggies to the girls. Yet it has become a real learning opportunity for the girls, who absolutely love to watch the plants grow. They really tuck into produce they've actually sown themselves from seed too.
The same with sewing. I' have the oldest, most beat up sewing machine ever. But the girls love to watch me sew on it and by watching have picked up so much themselves with little structured effort on my part.
As for developing their imaginations, well a lot of it has been down to unstructured play. Being outside, letting them explore the natural world on walks in woodlands, parks meadows, fields.
Making tents, dens and the like.
I also have a big cake tin full of its and bobs, paper, tin foil, wool, bubble wrap, wrapping paper, tissue paper, pipe cleaners, fuzzy balls, felt, fabric and lollipop sticks and I just let them loose with a pile of card and lot's of glue in the kitchen ( washable surfaces)
Also, have you noticed how babies love to play with lot's of random mismatched clutter. Well I have a clutter box filled with varied things such as building blocks, Lego, play mirrors, bouncy balls, small dolls, cups, saucers, spoons, homemade rattles and such which keeps the baby busy for ages and ages.
See I love to keep order, yet order, a peaceful baby does not always make, lol:)
Another thing that comes to mind actually is cooking. I have always involved the kids in food preparation. My ten year old happily makes meals by herself ( with a little supervision of course) While the four year old can fix herself a sandwich, and the two year old can chop up soft fruit such as ripe pear halves and bananas for a fruit salad with her small blunt kid's knife. All this has helped them take an interest in all kinds of different food. Although as with all kids they'll never turn down a plate of fish n' chips or a bowl of ice cream lol!
Bible time is very important to us too. The girls often make a little alter on our fireplace with candles, holy cards and flowers. It makes them feel like they are really involved. My oldest also often chooses a reading which is special. We also try to include hymns which the youngest ones really enjoy :)
Lastly one of our very favourite things ( and by the way I recommend it for all families, it can end up so fun and silly)is probably music time. My husband plays guitar, the babies grab various shakers, rattles, tambourines, drums, etc, and Emmy sings. It's such fun! A little noisy, but fun. It is also an activity which involves both the youngest and the eldest members of the family. Which is a big bonus for me as I have a big age gap between daughters 1 and 2.
Left to my own devices our family life would have evolved differently. There would have been more structure, planning and scheduled activity. I would have taken control lol! Arming myself with a thousand perfectly bound binders full to the brim with lists, and lists of lists probably heehee:)
Yet I was, (and am) forced to be still. And listen. Just wait. Just be. And life kind of grows naturally out of that quiet place. Our garden is less of a formal garden and more of a country garden I guess. It's beautiful in a way and I could never have cultivated with all the plans and ideas and instructions in the world.
And It's beautiful mainly cause the gardener wasn't me ~ smile.
Mmmmmm, so while I'm on the subject of schooling, simple livin' and the like. I'll just post a few links to some great posts on the subject. There are some great ideas here, Take a little time to visit.
Blessings xxx
The Fadiman Way of Raising a Reader...
An Inspiring Home for Learning, #7
An Inspiring Home for Learning, #6
One Piece Life
Seven Daily Rungs,
http://www.tn-heart-and-hearth.com/Keep_a_Quiet_Heart.pdf : Elisabeth Elliot
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
From the Ground
Tuesday, May 27, 2008
Details
For God's greatness adorns the centre of the smallest petals.
In quiet, unoticed places his love blossoms.
"But thou, when thou mayest pray, go into thy chamber, and having shut thy door, pray to thy Father who is in secret, and thy Father who is seeing in secret, shall reward thee manifestly"
The Thousand Gifts
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Transfigured
Is it a choice?
Is it possible for everyday moments, mundane routines, responsibilities, hopes, troubles, joy's, sorrows, sacrifices' be raised up by the dream itself.
A prayer that integrates into the everyday hours. Enlightening, illuminating, transfiguring the moments of giving, loving, recieving, being, crying, sharing, suffering, praying, living.
"and leadeth them up into an high mountain apart by themselves: and he was transfigured before them.
And his raiment became shining, exceeding white as snow; so as no fuller on earth can white them" Mark 9:3-4.
Sunday, May 18, 2008
PEACE ( a few thoughts revisited)
...maybe even sleeping.
Jesus said to his disciples “My peace I leave with you. My peace I give you. A peace which the world cannot give. This is my gift to you. Let not your heart be troubled or afraid."
" A peace which the world cannot give" Is a kind of peace that cannot be sought and found without Jesus.
Often, it seems, the peace of Jesus is found amid the most "un-peaceful" of moments. Like an eye in a storm it is a breath of stillness at the centre of what often seems to be relentless activity. I have often reflected upon this type of peace as a mother of four young children. When a newborns feeding schedule wrenches you from your sleep frequently throughout the night it seems contrary to find peace at such times. But how many mothers recognise the overwhelming peace that swells from within when holding a little one close in the quiet hues of dawning light.
Often the peace that Jesus offers us is hard won. It is not something that can be recieved passively, it has to be received actively. Through giving of ourselves to others. As by giving of ourselves to others we receive grace. By acting in service we receive peace.
The constancy of Jesus peace, navigates the strongest currents. Sets our compass, shepherds our course. A gentle yet strong resonance demarcating the perimeters of the "straight and narrow" path.
"And He sat down and began teaching the people from the boat. 4 When He had finished speaking, He said to Simon, “Put out into the deep water and let down your nets for a catch.” 5 Simon answered and said, “Master, we worked hard all night and caught nothing, but I will do as You say and let down the nets.” 6 When they had done this, they enclosed a great quantity of fish, and their nets began to break; so they signaled to their partners in the other boat for them to come and help them. And they came and filled both of the boats, so that they began to sink "
Nets broken and boats sinking in the deep. Boats and nets, a livelihood. A way of living passed through generations. from father to son. Memories, stories, trade. Everything that could be depended on.
Yet.
"When they had brought their boats to land, they left everything and followed Him."
An act of faith had caused something to happen that changed Peter, James and John forever. They could never go back.
Peace means a giving up of something. Something that defines. To let God's light to seep through the hard outlines of ourselves. Like ink across an etching.
Psalms 147:14 "He maketh peace in thy borders, and filleth thee with the finest of the wheat."
Before I had children I had more time, more money, more so called freedom, many different choices and a lot less responsibility. Yet there was no peace.
I struggled, I searched I pressed on. I filled my days with things, and questions, and wishing and waiting, and then more things...
Peace. can only be held in an empty cup.
To empty out the baggage of my needs or at least the things I thought I needed. Meant letting go of .... everything.
When I take a few paces back, re track, in search of something of my own to retrieve, like broken debris washed up on the shore. I see, it's only me trying to hold on to the fraying seams of control once more. Peace is a gift. I receive with open hands and open arms. Arms ready to let go of my own understandings and embrace His understanding. Arms ready to give out. Hands, empty of my own need to possess. Cupped and ready to receive the sacrament of His peace.
There are many times when anxiety aches and troubles overwhelm and I can't find peace however hard I search amid the chaos and discord. Yet there is only one way through on the path where I feel my way along, stumbling and straining and reaching out. Faith. Faith in the darkness. Faith that can take over and steer me through the tumult. then My little boat seems to still and the storm around me seems to calm. And once again I am hauled ashore.
"He maketh the storm a calm, so that the waves thereof are still." Psalm 107:29
" And he arose, and rebuked the wind, and said unto the sea, Peace, be still. And the wind ceased, and there was a great calm."
Peace be with you today.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
Growing
Saturday, April 12, 2008
walking in the night...
I assure you that had I acted in any other way, had I relied upon my own resources, I should have had to lay down my arms at once."
I'm holding on, clinging on to Jesus's hand. To the strands of love and peace and joy that fray from the hem of his robes.
He was inside them.
On Being a Mother
As I tuck four girls into bed tonight I cannot help but smile.
Ten years can make all the difference in the world.
I was alone ten years ago, or so it seemed. I wasn't of course, Jesus was there beside me guiding me so very gently I could hardly feel his touch. Healing, encouraging, protecting, bringing me home. Then my first little girl Emmy was born and life began to change.
Now, I am anything but alone .
My days are filled to the brim with little voices, outstretched arms, eyes bright and new to life.
Little new eyes that make me see things anew through their wide open gaze out into the blue, blue sky. Or the gleaming green grass.
Little bugs on hands, that amaze and delight, licking the bowl clean after baking cakes, crunching leaves under our feet, running after twinkles to make wishes with.
I never thought I would be this unselfconcious, this strong, this captivated by a beautiful vision, of a place I want my children to always remeber. A memory box of happy childhood moments, filled with love and joy and truth.
It has brought me to the edges of myself and beyond this loving another more than your own life thing. Having a child in your arms, staring into your face with absolute love and trust.
The more I give my own understanding up, to follow the path God has set for me, the more he seems to draw me beyond my limits. I feel completly fragile aware of how lost, weak and fallible I am alone.
Yet...
"Thou hast enlarged my steps under me, that my feet did not slip."Psalm 18: 28-30, 32, 36
For every step he has led me he has given me a little more for the undertaking.
I am so overwhelmed and thankful for this life He has given to me. These's lives He has entrusted to my care. He knew exactly what I needed. He knew how to draw me out of myself. This family is so precious to me it's the foundations of my world. My heart, every breath. They are everything to me.
I love them so much.
I ache when I am away from them.
I take so much joy in each smile, each time I am able to comfort and hold them close. Each little thing they say fills my heart with joy I can't express.
Motherhood, though maybe seen as a small vocation; has brought me so far.
It overwhelms and humbles me to a capacity I had never known before.
Pure and limitless. Beyond the frailty of myself.
I thank God every day for these gifts. I pray to be worthy of them.
Friday, April 11, 2008
Taking Root
Tuesday, April 01, 2008
Sunday, March 30, 2008
each moment, a gift.
Friday, February 01, 2008
Randomness, Illness and How the important stuff is brought into full relief....
( Praise God) still in my arms as I somehow found the handrail and hauled myself across the stair gate.
It seems so much easier to do than to be sometimes. Doing tends to cover up the imperfections within me a little, at least to my conscious mind. But here I am faced with an un-embellished reflection of who I am, outside of role and routine. I may not be able to make dinner but can I be absolutely patient and loving to my irritable child?
Essentially, I have to ask myself, can I show love in who I am rather than in what I do.